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“Orlando and Emilio aren’t here to entertain your sister.” Marco stabbed a fork into the pasta and held the bite to my lips.
I adjusted my boot on the bed, leaned in, and closed my lips over the food. After I chewed and swallowed, I offered a compromise. “Maybe I can have her come over. She can spend a couple of hours with them, and then she can hang out at the pool with me.”
“You can’t swim with a boot.”
“I can take her shopping, or take her for ice cream, or something. It won’t matter as long as she’s out of the house for a little while, and she can say hello to Orlando and Emilio.”
“They’re working.” He shoveled pasta into his mouth.
“While you stay in bed with me?”
“Yes.”
I laughed. “An entire day in bed, uninterrupted by Ant? I think you’re lying to me, marito.” His lips twitched when I referred to him ashusbandin Italian.
“Allegra, nothing good can come from their association.” He slid from the bed and set the food platter on the small table next to the wine.
“Nothing but friendship. Something they both want. She needs someone she can trust and talk to. And I trust Orlando and Emilio to protect her.”
He climbed back onto the bed. “Invite her to the hotel.”
“We’ll stay out of your way,” I said as he closed the space between us.
He banded an arm around me and tugged me against him. A low growl vibrated from him into me and curled a knot of need in my gut. He nuzzled into my neck. “She can keep them busy. I can’t have my wife thinking I’m a liar.”
“You don’t really need to work?” I asked as his lips feathered over the hollow of my neck.
“I need to spend the day in bed with my wife.”
“Sleeping?”
He chuckled. “Talking, fighting, fucking, eating, and sleeping.”
“We’re good at multitasking.” I curled my fingers around his cock as his fingers slipped inside me.
Marco
Late afternoon sun cut through the blinds. As I listened to Orlando, my head was still with Allegra as she slept in the bedroom. He and Emilio had gone to the munch at Jay Swings.
“We can get into High Protocol, but we’re not going to get information. The clientele is high-end. I spoke to a Domme called Trinity. Thought I’d get something out of her. She mentioned how familiar I looked to her. Said she loved the accent. I spoke to her in Italian, laid on the charm, but it shut her down faster than Emilio and a blue screen of death.”
Emilio chuckled. “We’re talking total system crash. The bitch knows something.”
“I hope you’re working on that,” I said.
Emilio huffed a laugh. “Boss, she rides a Ninja. I have the plate number. I’ve already acquired her name, address, employer, and the name of the vet for her golden doodle. I’m in her social media, Fetlife, Insta. She has a huge following. It’s going to take some time to scour images and follower lists to find the girl. Nothing yet, but I’m just getting started. This chick is into some serious shit. She’s a fucking hospital administrator by day and a sadist at night.”
“Can you imagine her and Stef together?” Orlando asked.
“Never happen. She has an account on OnlyFans. She pisses on her subs but doesn’t fuck them.”
“We need the girl,” I said. “Mia Toliver. Goes by Tinker.”
“You want me to let this chick Trinity piss on me to get information?” Orlando asked.
I stood and poured a cup of coffee from the urn. “Everyone has something to lose. Find what is important to her, then threaten to take it.”
“There is a house party tonight. Emilio scored the invite.”
